Chapter 3


"She get what she wants when she's touching me.

I've should have known better, but she took my self control.

You can take my heart, like a criminal.

So, grab me by the neck and don't you eve let go.

Mess me up so good until i'm begging for more.

You'll tear me apart, like an animal."


Monday Afternoon

1:30 P.M


Elena was still indecisive on what outfit she should wear. She didn't want to be too party. Just somewhat casual. She was never one to wear dresses but now that she's older, she decided she wanted to change but now and be different. She'll no longer be the goody goody predictable girl back at Mystic Falls. She wants to be reckless and unpredictable. She wants people to be amazed by her personality.

cgvrShe ended up picking a black top with a low v-neck and tight skinny jeans. Her worn down converse sneakers have been with her since high school. She gave up on being a new person and thought it'd be best to spend one more day being her old self.

Rebekah was showering and humming along to her own tune. Elena laid, arms spread out on her bed. The silence of just Rebekah's humming and the shower water running got Elena dozing off to sleep.

Just as Elena started to sleep the door was knocked open with Damon sauntering in. He had a straight face that was steaming with anger. His hair was shuffled and his clothes were wrinkled. It seemed to look as if he woke up.

"Damon's here?" Rebekah screamed from the shower, shutting off the water. Elena headed into the bathroom, assuring Rebekah that Damon arrived. Though he would've answered her himself, he seemed a little grumpy from his disturbed nap.

"Don't be a grump, greet Elena." Rebekah teased and she exited the bathroom in a robe. She searched her drawers for underwear and a bra and entered the bathroom again.

Elena got out and headed to her drawer as well, but as he moved away they miscalculate and bumped into each other Elena slammed into his chest, backing him to the wall with her hands pressed flat on his torso. He had a devilish grin only he could pull off. Elena's eyes widened as she embarrassed herself. Damon grabbed hold of her wrists, preventing her from leaving his presence.

Everything in his conscience told him to hold back, to not kiss her. But as much strength as it took to hold himself in place, he couldn't.

He grabbed hold of her wrists, her brown doe eyes looking his crystal blue ones. She slowly inched closer to him. They both knew it was wrong. But it felt so right. And though, they knew nothing of each other they didn't care.

Elena was the one who didn't care an ounce whether she knew Damon or not. but she had to keep reminding herself, that she'll wait for the right guy. The same question kept popping in her head.

What if he is the right guy?

"No." Elena whispered just as their lips almost met. She shook her head and mumbled something Damon couldn't hear. She looked back at him with no longer brown doe eyes but with sadness and tears filled in them. Just seeing those miserable eyes made him want to beat himself. He should have never done that.

Since when did you care about some girls feelings? His inner self yelled out.

Since I saw Elena Gilbert came into my life. Damon yelled back in his mind.

He didn't know what it felt to love at first sight, he didn't know whether this was it. She was his other half, he hasn't spoke a full sentence to her. But just seeing her move, or smile or laugh just made him feel like he couldn't live without her.

"I gotta go. You can leave without me." she muttered grabbing her phone and coat while leaving to the door in a rush.

"Wait, Elena." Damon called out in desperation. She shut the door just as he reached up to her. He stood behind the door with his head down. He felt like beating himself.

I'm such a fucking idiot.


Elena roamed the campus in search for one of her friends. She failed terribly. She couldn't find anyone, Jeremy must have left to the party already. she sat down by a bench and stared off into space, thinking about anything but Damon. But she failed miserably.

Her mind kept wandering off to her moment with Damon. She wanted to give in so bad. It took every fiber in her being to utter a word. She didn't want to admit it but it was obvious Damon had the same attraction Elena had for him.

If she gave in, there was no telling what Rebekah would have opened the door to. Elena didn't want to close the door, separating her from Damon. She wanted him so bad. Her body ached for him in ways she never thought she could.

You don't even know him.

But I want to know him.

You can't.

What if I want to.

You still can't.

Why not?

He's rebellious. Can't you tell?

I like rebellious.

Do you?

Yes.

Then you're in for hell.

You don't know that.

He's dangerous.

You can't tell.

You can see it yourself, don't lie.

No, he's not dangerous.

Yes he is.

Stop.

No.

Stop! I'm not sweet little Elena anymore!

You are at heart!

No I'm not!

Yes you are! And you know it! Don't deny it!

Stop talking! Just stop! I'm not!

Yes! Admit Elena, you don't really want to change.

I'm tired of you! STOP SPEAKING!

She snapped out of her discussion with her conscience in a blink of an eye.

She didn't notice the tears in her eyes until one escaped and traveled down her cheek. She wiped it away and tried her best not to hear the voice in her head. The one that sounded a lot like her overprotective mother.

The same mother who wants her to stay the same. Sweet, innocent, and clean Elena Gilbert.

Those were one of the reasons she wants to be rebellious. She wanted to prove her mother wrong. That she wasn't innocent by nature. She was just a lion kept in it's cage, growling to get out.

Elena knew what she wanted and that is Damon Salvatore.

She didn't know anything about him, but just the intense silence made her want to know more. She couldn't just turn away, she never felt the feeling before. She wasn't going to leave it without figuring out what it was. She wasn't giving up.

Elena promised herself that she will never turn away from Damon. She follow up to the feeling and the tension. She would stop herself if it got too close to the one thing she didn't want to lose. Her virginity.


"Damn, I can't believe she ran." Rebekah sighed. Damon stood by the door, pretending like he didn't care. The party started and Rebekah was looking for Elena frantically.

"Neither can I." Damon replied lying. He believed it. I mean, who wouldn't run away from

Damon was surrounded by people he had never seen before. Though Jeremy didn't count, he was occupied by some Asian looking girl. Casually, Damon made his way past the people until one stopped him.

"Hey." The stern voice called out. Damon looked up at him, he looked peculiar. His brown hair and green eyes which reminded him of his father. "I'm Stefan Forbes, I'm in your floor at the dorms."

Damon nodded remembering him. He was the crazy ass drunk guy at Jeremy's party. He actually thought he was pretty cool, until he found out that he was Elena's childhood friend...then Damon got jealous .

"Yeah, Stefan, right?" He nodded agreeing. Damon had to admit he seemed familiar. "Listen, Stefan. I've had a bad day, so I'm going to get drunk. But you're a cool guy."

Stefan laughed as Damon continued walking towards the bar. "Yeah, sure man." Stefan yelled back, before setting his eyes on the most beautiful woman he's seen.

She stood laughing with a glass in her hand, she had short blond hair, her clear blue eyes looks perfect without makeup on. She wore a floral white top with black tight pants and boots. Stefan couldn't keep his eyes off her. And when she turned her head, Rebekah realized something she wasn't ready for.


Monday, 8:30 P.M


Elena finally got a cab to the party that was already over. She sighed as she called Jeremy for the fifth time and it lead straight to voice mail.

"Hey Jer. I'm so sorry I missed your party! I promise I'll make it up to you. I'm so sorry." She whispered into the phone. She looked up from the ground to see the quiet bar where she should have been. She let her brother down.

As she entered the bar the lights were dim and the quiet sound of music echoed throughout the room. she spotted a raven haired man slumped over his seat facing his back facing her. she felt chills rise her spine as she mindlessly moved towards him in a slow pace.

Elena, stop. Don't do this.

Why not?

You'll regret it.

No I won't, I know what I want.

No you don't.

Stop. Telling. Me. What. I. Want.

She took a seat beside him, looking as he mindlessly looked down at his bourbon.

"Elena." he spoke, his voice rough and scratchy from the alcohol.

"Damon." She mocked his dramatic tone. He smiled and chuckled lightly before turning to face her.

"You look beautiful." He smiled down at her figure. He couldn't think straight, so if he said something he shouldn't have he'll regret it for life.

"Thank you. And you look drunk off your ass." Elena laughed as he smiled down at her, his vivid blue eyes were drowsy and she wondered if he thought he was dreaming.

"I'm always drunk, 'Lena." He answered. She smiled softly as he called her by her nickname. He smacked his head on the counter and moaned in headache.

"I see. That's good to know." She smiled down at him, she took his bourbon and pulled it away from his view.

"Sorry I tried to kiss you. I usually act like an idiot." He laughed, noticing what he was saying but couldn't stop.

"It's okay." She answered softly smiling, she didn't know how to answer him.

"I've been wanting to kiss you since the first day I laid my eyes on you." he told her bluntly. His eyes smiled as he grinned lazily.

"Really?" She asked in a sarcastic surprise. But really, she was cheering inside.

"Yup." He hiccuped before knocking his head on the counter once more.

Elena smiled and rubbed his back, she took a slower pace at rubbing, wanting to feel his back muscles. Though, she wished she touched them bare. He turned his head, so he'd look at her from the corner.

"Dance with me." He mumbled as he lifted his head up. she widened her eyes and shook her head disapprovingly.

"No way. I'm a horrible dancer." She laughed backing away slowly.

"Don't worry, I'm an expert." He mumbled, he took the bottom of her bar stool and scooter her closer to him. Their thighs touched and heat shot up Elena's legs.

"You're drunk. I don't think so." She smiled, looking into his blue eyes, searching for some honesty in them.

"Have some fun Elena, join me." He grinned as he stood up from his stool, taking her by the hand and slowly dragging her to the middle of the room. The bartender got the clue and played a slow song. It started off smooth and Damon seemed to sober up.

Damon grinned as Elena willingly took his hand and placed her other on his shoulder. Her savored the feeling of her body temperature warming his, and the way her hand firmly gripped his. He had his empty hand around the curve of her waist.

She leaned in closer, laying her chin on his shoulder and took in his musky scent. Damon slowly came from his drunk appearance and sobered up within seconds. Because the girl he's been thinking about was in his arms slow dancing at a bar.

Elena tightened her grip on his hand and smiled widely as he returned the gesture. the song ended in what felt like forever, and as they pulled back. Damon searched in her dark brown eyes for an answer on what he should say.

But her eyes no longer looked into his, she searched down to his perfect full lips. He leaned in, hoping it was what she wanted. And he was right. She pulled his arm tightly towards her trying to get him to press up against her.

And for the blissful moment when their lips were pressed together, the entire scenery was erased. They were just by themselves, in their own heaven. At least, that's what it felt like.

Elena placed her lips full onto his, and pulled his bottom lips back. She shuffled her hand in his raven black hair, wanting more. Damon smiled against her lips as she moaned against his lips. he stuck his tongue into her mouth, begging for entrance. Their tongues danced around and all Elena felt was fire throughout her body. Everlasting fiery passion that she's been waiting for her whole life.

You don't even know him. Elena's conscience popped up again. She ignored the warning with her own choice, something she sincerely meant.

I don't care.

Damon pulled their lips apart and smiled at her in pleasure. Elena blushed lightly and she fingered with his shirt.

"I really like you." Damon whispered. He meant it, all those meaningless times he had sex with women meant nothing to him anymore. Because though Elena wasn't someone he knew too well, he was willing to find out more. To fall in love with her. To get to know her deepest and darkest of secrets. To know everything.

"Me too." She smiled as she heard the words escape his mouth. "You're quite the animal though." She laughed, pointing out how he gripped her waist and pulled on the fabric of it.

"So are you." He winked.

By the time they drove back to campus, Elena walked through her dorm to find Rebekah sleeping soundlessly on her bed. Elena sighed and dropped onto her mattress leaving a heavy sigh of pleasure into the room.

"Damon Salvatore." She whispered as she smiled herself to sleep.


Next Day


"Not really sure how I feel about it.

Something in the way you move.

Makes me feel like I can't live without you,

It takes me all the way.

I want you to stay."


Next Morning

Tuesday

6:30 A.M


Damon woke up replaying every second he spent with Elena. He wished the kiss lasted longer.

There was no doubt in his mind he likes Elena. He didn't just think about having sex with her anymore. He wanted to laugh with her, help her through bad days where she just wants to break. Embrace her, comfort her, and everything he never did before.

He wanted every part of her. it was odd for him because he never cared for anyone but Rebekah. It was foreign ground for him. He admitted it, he couldn't deny that he never cared for anyone but Rebekah. And once...his younger brother.

He still remembered his name clear in his mind. Stefan Forbes has the same first name as his brother and Damon couldn't help but be reminded of his lost brother.


Flashback

Damon's Point of view


"It's dark and cold in here, Damon." Stefan whispered from behind me. We walked from our rooms into Ms. Hepburn office. Stefan trembled in fright while holding onto his old blanket.

"Shh, quiet." I whispered to him. Stefan held my wrist into a tight hold of fright.

"Okay, sorry Damon." Stefan whimpered.

I stopped crawling and edged to the door, I creaked it open, and luckily it didn't sound off. Stefan climbed over my shoulder, looking over into the room. Ms. Hepburn had her hands folded over her desk and smiled cheerily. I hated when she did that. She looked constipated.

The couple on the other side whispered quietly, suspecting someone was listening.

Stefan gripped my shirt and shuddered. A cry of laughter escaped the room, and I peered in closer and saw a little girl, the same age as Stefan. She had soft blond curls that bounced.

"We love Stefan, but the other brother?" The one woman with short hair questioned.

"We will separate the Salvatores, Stefan's the youngest it'd be best to adopt him." Hepburn said cheerily. I bit my lip and clenched my fists, Stefan pulled on the fabric on my shirt knowingly that I was going to break.

"And the other boy?" The woman whimpered, holding on to her daughter's hand.

"He'll be fine." Hepburn answered with ease.

I started to silently cry, and when the child heard a small whimper escape my lips, I rushed back into my room with Stefan.

"What'd she say Damon?" He asked, I looked down at him with tears in his eyes. I swallowed the hard lump in his throat and hugged Stefan in his arms. Stefan wrapped his arms around me and smiled lightly at him.

"Nothing, Stefan. Nothing. Don't worry." I whispered, holding him tight. Stefan smiled up at him once more before shutting his eyes.

"Okay, Damon." Stefan whispered before sounding off into sleep.

"I can't believe they're taking you away from me. It's not fair. I can't lose you, Stef. I can't. First mom, not you too." I cried.


Flashback ends


Jeremy sat by his desk, quietly typing when his phone rang loudly. He looked over at it with his teeth clenched and ignored the call. Though it kept ringing loudly and irritably., Damon detached his eyes from his book and glared at Jeremy till he looked over at him.

"What?" Jeremy retorted at Damon's glare.

"Answer the phone genius." Damon said with annoyance hinting.

"No way. It's Elena." Jeremy said his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"Isn't she your sister?" Damon said, already knowing who she was and missing her touch on his lips.

"Yeah, but im mad at her." Jeremy admitted not-so-proudly. He was more upset, not at Elena but at himself. He knew he shouldn't be but he hated when he ignored Elena. but he couldn't ignore the kept feelings of anger inside any longer.

"Why?" Damon asked, wondering what got him so pissed at her.

"Family reasons. Dont worry." Jeremy mumbled, trying to focus back on his history essay.

"Well I'm a human and I worry." Damon said, he didn't care all too much about anyone before but Jeremy was honestly his friend and he cared for him. Like he cared for his brother.

"Fine? It's still family stuff Damon." Jeremy said not wanting to tell him the thing he hated the most in his life.

"Answer the phone Jeremy." Damon spit out, breaking the last straw by the constant ring.

"Whatever." Jeremy said before picking the phone up again with a bored expression.

"Oh my god! Jeremy, I've called for hours!"

"We know, Elena." Damon yelled out smirking.

Elena smiled to herself when she heard his rough voice but focused back on her brother. Jeremy rolled his eyes and placed the phone on the table while it was on speaker. Damon looked over at Jeremy and noticed the watery tears he was attempting to hold back. And that's when Damon knew that he cared for Jeremy Gilbert, more than a friend. But as a brother.

"Elena, I can't talk now."

"Jer, Please, listen-"

"No! Elena, I won't listen to you anymore."

"Jer, please. I'm so sorry. About everything."

"I don't care."

"Jeremy, please..." Elena whimpered on the other end. Jeremy looked straight-faced into the computer screen with a single tear tracing down his cheek.

"Elena, Mom died last night." Jeremy said bluntly into the other end. Damon sprung up from his bed. His eyes were popping from his head at the sight of Jeremy's eyes reddening and the tears drop endlessly down his cheek.

"Jeremy, you're lying."

"Elena, don't start."

"You're lying. Mom can't be dead. She can't be. No." Her voice started to break on the other end, she covered her out with her hand to keep herself from screaming out in pain. Damon shut his eyes in pain. he never thought he would feel so much pain from hearing Elena's voice crumble.

Jeremy snatched the phone in the spur of the moment and hanged up. He broke own with his head shaking as he rocked back and forth mumbled his parent names.

"Stop. Jeremy stop." Damon bellowed over to him. Jeremy spun around and his eyes blood-shot with tears his mouth was open ready to say something but he closed it and cried all over again. "You can't tell her over the phone. Go to her." Damon said with sincerity in his voice.

"No. I can't. I can't, Damon." Jeremy mumbled his voice breaking.

"Why not?" Damon responded.

"I can't look at her when I tell her more." Jeremy cried out his hands over his tears and face.

"What do you mean more?" Damon said afraid to know more.

"My dad died shortly after, Damon." Jeremy laughed and smiled but slowly turned back into a mental breakdown "He had a severe hemorrhage to the head. And died right after my mother. She was impaled with the shift in the car. Can you believe it? And it's all my fault." Jeremy laughed once more.

Damon was upset, not because of the death but because Jeremy blamed himself. Like how he blamed himself for the reason his brother was adopted without him.

"Don't you fucking say that Jeremy Gilbert!" Damon yelled straight into Jeremy's expressionless face.

"It's all i can say. I mean I invited them over. Then they drove back home, and then they crashed. If I didn't invite them, they wouldn't have died. If Elena was there to help me make them stay longer, they wouldn't have died. If she didn't shut her phone off after I called, she would have come. This wouldn't have happened Damon." Jeremy spoke with an unnatural smile growing on his lips.

"Jeremy this wasn't your fault. I promise you, it wasn't." Damon said lifting his head to look at him.

"But it is. And i wish i could just blame it on someone else. Like Elena, which is why I ignored her. I want her to be the problem but it's just me Damon. Just me."

It broke Damon to see this strong, smart kid look insane and broken down with sadness. Then he remembered Elena.

How she must look like in the moment across campus, all alone in the morning without Rebekah by her side. She needs her brother. Now.

"Go to Elena. you have to tell her."

"No."

"Jeremy."

"No. you tell her. i can't see her face. I just can't."

"You think this is a good idea, Jeremy?"

"I just can't Damon."


Damon arrived by the front door of Elena's dorm. he heard shuffling and panting on the other side. It was early, and he knew Rebekah was already out to class. But Elena was still inside...breaking down.

He knocked once and the door creaked open itself. He saw Elena by her bed in a fetal position with the same expression as Jeremy's. But he knew much worse was to come.

"Elena? It's Damon." He whispered, closing the door behind him, inching closer to her, trying not to make her worse.

"I know." She whispered smiling. her tear streaked eyes were red and her hair was shuffled as it she went through it when she heard Jeremy. "So you heard my mother died right?" She laughed.

Damon inched closer, setting down beside her. She looked blankly ahead in silence. her brown eyes no longer holds the glow and cheeriness it used to. It held misery and utter depression. This was all created in her within seconds.

"Elena, Jeremy has something else to tell you but he couldn't come." Damon whispered pushing the strands of hair behind her ear. She looked into Damon's eyes and complete fear filled in her chocolate-brown eyes. It broke him in the inside.

He didn't think he could tell her.

"Both of your parents died during the crash."

she opened her mouth wide and a shriek escaped her lips. She buried her head the bed and Damon watched her shake with tears. he looked down, biting down on his bottom lip...hard enough to release blood.

She looked up, shooting her head fast and her eyes blood-shot with anger. She rose from the bed and smashed all her pictures, and searched for something.

"Elena, what are you doing." Damon asked watching her smash her family pictures broke him inside.

"I'm-i'm looking for my phone." She shuddered.

Elena couldn't think. She couldn't wrap her mind around the thought of her parents being dead. It was true. She knows they're alive. She just knows it. She need to call her phone and hear their voice because the last thing she said to them was, "I hate you." She regretted it now, she didn't really hate them. She never could. It was in the spur of the moment. She couldn't have said those last words to them.

She re-traced her steps to after Jeremy told her and she threw it across the room. She found it and dialed down her father's number first. She covered her mouth with fear when she heard his voice mail. she didn't want to admit it. she couldn't.

She dialed down her mothers next.

"Miranda her, I can't come to the phone now, please leave a message."

"I love you Mom." She whispered smiling.

Then as she hung up, she wrapped it around her head. They were dead. and she couldn't make it.

She picked the broken frames, ripping the family photos apart with anger and hatred fuming from her every pore.

"Elena, I need you to calm down."

"No. No. No. I can't. I can't." she broke down yelling with tears endlessly spilling out. She dropped to the floor on her knees, her arms dropping lifelessly on the ground. She gasped air as she cried.

Damon eyes were hurting at the sight of her in this way. He never thought he'd feel this pain for Elena. Just watching her this way, made him want to make her feel better to erase every painful memory she has. But he couldn't.

She gasped and pulled at her stomach as it was in pain from crying.

"No. It hurts. Just make it stop. Please, make it stop. It hurts." she screamed out.

Damon's mind was blank he couldn't think. he didn't want her pain to last any longer, he wanted to help her. If it was even possible. He wanted to so badly it hurt him just watching her cry.

She gripped her stomach more and cried out louder just hoping it'd make the pain go away. He knelt softly beside her, and watched for a few seconds as she cried her heart out.

He did the forbidden and pulled her in his arms. She breathed heavily as she still cried. She opened her mouth to talk but closed it to cry. She couldn't utter a word. She just couldn't.

"Shh." He whispered, pulling her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his and leaned against him as the tears dropped down on his shirt.

Damon softly petter her head and soothed her. She took a heavy breath and felt safe. She didn't want to let go of him because of it.

Everything inside of her hurts, all she could think about was Jeremy and how he must feel. And how Elena said those horrible last words to her parents. She didn't want to think anymore . She just wanted to cry.

Damon held her tight, hoping this was making her pain lighter but he knew it wouldn't. Everything she felt was horrifying. it was the worst pain her could imagine. And just seeing her shake in terror and sadness made him wonder what it felt to lose his own parents if he had any.

What it felt to lose someone so close to you that you'd fight with but make up the next day. and he though of Rebekah. He didn't want to lose her to Henrik.

"It's going to be okay, Elena. Don't you worry." He whispered soothingly into her ear and she continued to pull on his arms and cry. And for what felt like forever they sat there as the sun dimmed through the closed shades of her room and the silence of the tears dropping from her cheeks and the sniffling of her cries.

Damon knew he'd stay with Elena. and all Elena wanted was for her to stay in Damon's arms, to feel his embrace because for a moment she believed the pain was soothing down. She wanted him to stay with her.